Lost

Chapter 52/ Olivia

I cried out in pain as he cut off another one of my fingers. I only had two fingers left on my right hand.

"Lead me to the town." Negan demands. I whimper out "Never you dick face."

He groans and grabs the knife out of my leg. He stabs it in my other leg and I scream.

"I can't deal with you anymore." He stands to open the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He grins then walks out. I look around and feel the dry blood and tears shift on my face.

I hear a babies cry and look around. I see Jordan holding a little girl in the corner of the room.

I smile even though pain was radiating throughout my entire body. "What's her name?" I ask her.

She smiles "Skylar, Olivia what are you doing?" She asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask her curiously.

"You need to get out of here." She says quickly.

"Alexandria needs you, Carl needs you, Daryl needs you." She smiles brighter.

"What about you Jordan? I want to be with you." I tell her.

She sets Skylar down and she happily jumps around trying to catch imaginary butterflies.

Jordan sits down on the stool in front of me. "I'm happy Olivia, stop worrying about me."

I tilt my head and she touches my cheek. It's then I realize that she is actually here.

"Am I dead?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "You are halfway there. You can leave Olivia."

She takes a breath. "You can end the pain and leave with me and Skylar. No more walkers, no more pain, no more fear."

I sigh "But?" I ask. She nods "But only you can come, it will only be you and I."

A tear drops onto my hand and I realize that I'm no longer in the chair. I look and see that I'm wearing a long silky white dress like Jordans.

My hair is pinned up in a bun and felt nice. I stand up and look around the scenery.

I'm in a field of poppies and lilac. Skylar is now catching real monarch butterflies.

"Come, let me show you what heaven is like." Jordan grabs my hand and pulls me into a white light.

A grand piano and an acoustic guitar sat in the middle of the living room. "Play with me Olivia." She says.

I look down at her "For the last time." I let my tears fall and nod. I sit down on a chair beside the piano as she began to play.

I easily recognized the song and played with her.

"I heard there was a secret chord."

"That David played and it pleased the lord."

"But you don't really care for music, do ya?"

Then I began to sing when she finished.

"It goes like this, the fourth the fifth."

"The minor fall, the major lift!"

"The baffled king composing hallelujah."

Then our voice joined together and became one.

"Hallelujah."

"Hallelujah."

"Hallelujah

"Hallelujah."

We finished the song together and I was in even more tears.